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MacKensie enjoyed the conversation with James as they travelled.  To hear about his life in Mexico was both interesting and extremely impressive.  He'd seen and experienced so much of his country and was rising through the ranks in a big-time business, and had life not tragically ripped him from their world, who knew where his talents would've taken him in the following years.  It made her wonder just how gifted the others in the group were too.  She told him about the wonder and beauty of Paris, speaking briefly about the sights and architecture, alluding to it's storied history, but she tried not to bore him with overly long rambles.  Also, a part of her was acutely aware that she came from an extremely wealthy family - French society's elite - and that she only had access and experience in the highs of France's capital, with no experience of it's lows.  Being a student in sociology and engaged politically, such an awareness sometimes made her pause for thought in certain situations.  She did not bring this up though, keeping the conversation upbeat and pleasant as they moved ever north.

Later in the afternoon, when the falcon came swooping down, MacKensie almost drew her crossbow against the beautiful bird.  Fortunately her fear did not make her do anything so stupid and she looked on the bird in awe when it went to Fenna.

She cooed in delight to get such a close-up of the bird of prey. [color=Pink]"[i]Magnifique[/i],"[/color] she said in awe, her gooey eyed expression darting back and forth from the bird to Fenna and back again.  She stepped towards the older woman tentatively, hands clasped together.  [color=Pink]"How are you doing that?  Can I pet it?"[/color]

Later...

When they arrived at the place they would set up camp, MacKensie felt like a bit of a spare part, trying to help but unsure of what to do.  She did not know how to build a fire, she didn't know how to cook, it didn't even cross her mind that she would be able to use her marksmanship to aid in a hunt.  She sort of just mulled about trying to give a hand to others in what [i]they[/i] were doing.

Before long, she decided to go off for a wander around.  As she went past James, she caught his eye, looked at him and then at Zell, then said to the wizard, [color=Pink]"Two peas in a pod,"[/color] and walked off, letting another in the group know that she would be back soon.

Off down the hill she went, into the trees where she could no longer be seen or heard.  She stopped and raised her left arm in front of her to finally examine the magical gauntlet she'd been wearing this whole time.

[color=Pink]"What [i]are[/i] you?"[/color] she asked aloud.

It was obvious it was magical, ornate in design and unmistakably attuned to her.  She'd felt it when she first put it on, and after James' magical blessing earlier, she knew what magic felt like.  But what did it [i]do[/i]?  Perhaps it enabled her to fire some kind of fireball.

She pointed her left hand at a large boulder, double-checked her aim and then tried to will it to fire.  [color=Pink]"Fire?-Aaaaaggghhh!"[/color]

Something fired alright!  A faint blue beam/wire fired from the gauntlet and attached itself to the boulder not 30 feet away, before instantly dragging her toward said-boulder at breakneck speed, her body fully horizontal as she went.  [color=Pink]"Aaagh! Stop!"[/color]

The beam/wire detached from the boulder and zipped back into the gauntlet as MacKensie flipped herself in mid-air and landed feet first against the boulder before pushing off and hitting the floor in a rolling heap.  Fortunately she was not injured.  [color=Pink]"Sacre bleau,"[/color] she cursed, breathing heavily as she got to her feet, brushed herself off and examined the gauntlet.  She looked around to make sure none of the group had heard her wail and come running down.  Luckily she was far enough away that no one heard.

A little scared but determined to try again, she hesitantly lifted her hand and pointed at a tree branch a decent distance away.  This time she was mentally prepared.  [color=Pink]"Fire,"[/color] she said again out loud, but also willing it mentally.  Again the magical wire of blue light shot out, attached to the tree.  Then as she willed it, it zipped her over and up to the branch where she grabbed the branch with both hands and swung up and around to flip and land on the branch.  [color=Pink]"Oh my,"[/color] she exclaimed.  [color=Pink]"I am like Spiderman."[/color]